NAPOWRIMO Day #26
Today’s prompt:
Write a poem including the words ‘favorite’ and ‘electric’.
Post your poem to comments!
Reminders
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Posted on April 26, 2016, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
– Following NPWM Site prompt
Destiny is pulling, calling me towards my prime,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, driving me away from the dark,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, dragging me towards a harp,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, pleading for me to feel the strings,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, guiding me towards my art,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, placing a flame to old lies,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, lighting a candle for the demised,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Destiny is pulling, pulling me towards the path of my heart.
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!
Her favorite thing,
Used to be to dance
Now she never does
Instead she hides
She used to always sing
Now she never does
Instead she never speaks
She used to laugh
Now she never does
Instead she only cries
She used to seek love
Now she never does
Instead she seeks loneliness
She has isolated herself
Because she cannot trust,
Anyone but herself
Because the ones she loved
And those she thought loved her
Stomped on her dreams
Because they were not realistic
They didn’t make sense
They didn’t understand
She tried to show them
But they wouldn’t listen
They ridiculed her
They outcast her
Because she didn’t conform
To what they said was right
So now they’ve shattered her ideals
Abandoned her to darkness
But there is a whisper
Not of her dying electric fan
Not of her buzzing, dim light bulb
But a whisper, soft, gentle
Coaxing her to stand
To rise above the standard she’s set
To recover faith
Not in others
But in herself,
And more importantly
In the Light
So she listens to this voice
Follows this guiding Light
And has become more
Than she ever dreamed before
She used to listen to what the world says
Now she never does
Instead she listens to the Light
STATIC
My favorite electric is static,
rubbing balloon is the technique.
*this was my shortest (and funniest) poem ever!! 😀